11 ◆ Dumped ◆

◇ KEL ◇

Packing his stuff into his luggage didn't take half an hour. They were mostly just shirts and pants, anyway. Enzo didn't even bring three pairs of socks, which meant he didn't intend to stay here in New York for longer than a weekend.

His phone kept him busy while I put his clothes into his travel bag. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over, the flat-screen TV on the wall showing the evening news.

Then room service knocked on the door. The attendant brought in a small silver bucket with a bottle of wine submerged in ice cubes.

Red wine? Again? Enzo already drank three glasses during dinner.

I made a face as the attendant left the room.

Enzo took the cork off the black bottle while I zipped his luggage shut.

Why did he wanna get liquored up tonight? Because of his girlfriend? He hadn't said more than a few words since I walked in here. If he wanted to talk about something, why ignore me the past half-hour? Like he was the only one in this big hotel room.

The soft